Beyond the farthest meadow, In the center of a hill, There rests a quiet burrow Behind an ice flow, never still And in that ice-cold grotto, One can find – from time-to-time, A tiny pixie winnow While she bathes with wild thyme She sings a…

As a kid I loved the nature films featuring time-lapse photography rosebuds, opening caterpillars cocooning anything hatching from an egg I understood the concept behind the process – frames shot every few seconds instead of continuously playing the film made it all seem fast my…

In a land far away, Dreamlike fantasies play Looking out of, the majestic castle cave Mountainous waters, Flow, rushing over Creating mystic sounds As the light breaks Her hallowed ground Inside nestled stone,  lies cold      

I remember many years ago When I felt God call me to write. I was leaving the last day of my work And I could not believe the site.   I found a perfect quill feather as I labeled it to be. Sitting on the…